The City

The city I met was pink
I tasted the city, ate out in the city
But the sky called up to me and it said
"Here, look at me, city"
Oh, what do I want, what do I want?
"I suddenly want the city", I thought
A thousand thoughts for a thousand times
I've loved in sheets with it on my mind
You opened the doors
The doors onto the veranda
But I ran outside in the mustard air
With my arms outstretched to feel it

I breathed in a city like a fool
But only because it was you
My homing guide
And you told me I could have what you could not provide
Well, I believed you so
That we would last forever, we thought, we thought
Well, I told you in the city light
And your face was warm and your eyes were bright

I wish I'd known
I was alone
In city life

The hideous monster and the beaver
Ugly monster kept house with the beaver
Head scraping like against the kitchen ceiling
Cook for the beaver on the plastic dishes
And all the land was ice, ice
Grey morning light
"You poor baby beaver, beaver," he said
I sat on the beaver's face and he sat on the beaver's face
And told him what the problem was

In the light the monster was frying four eggs in a huge black frying pan
And golden buckwheat and rye in iron toaster, hit the ceiling, onto the blue tiled, err
The Dutch china plates on the round red table
Rose petal jam, orange-lemon
Ginger marmalade, blossom jelly, jelly
The beaver was taking a shower, he refused to use shower curtains
So blue water was flooding the bathroom

The only thing the beaver saw was the white morning sunlight, and
And the only thing he heard was the shower water falling like the beating heart
Monster to the bear, "So it's all power, power, power can’t sleep
Or think or dream of anything else
I hate you and I hate your money"
The bear raged, the bear forgot himself and threw himself against the door even harder